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strawbeerossi · 11 months

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Jealousy

18+ Content. Minors DNI

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever the team tracks down the unsub they are looking for, it’s up to reader to lure him out of the bar with nothing but her charm and charisma. Spencer however, just can’t stand watching it. He makes sure to make his feelings known to the reader later on.

Content Warnings: Post-Prison!Spencer, Jealous!Spencer, BAU!reader, case details, coarse language, Dom!Spencer, kinda mean!Spencer, sub!reader, possessiveness, degradation, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (F receiving), fingering, hair pulling, spitting, aftercare, fluff at the end

Word count: 3k

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Well, here it is! Can I technically call this ‘Jealousy (Taylor’s Version)(From the Vault)’ ?

Spencer approached Emily, his brow furrowed with concern, as he held a file tightly in his hands. "Emily, we need to talk about Y/N's undercover assignment. I've been analyzing the data, and there are some significant risks involved that we need to address before we even think of sending her out there.” he began, his voice laced with urgency.

Emily, her expression serious yet attentive, met Spencer’s gaze. "I understand your concerns, Reid, but we've already vetted this operation thoroughly. Y/N is well-prepared and capable of handling herself," she responded, her voice steady and reassuring.

It wasn’t matters of him thinking that Y/N wasn’t prepared, it was him being worried because this unsub was taking women who fit her image description and killing them after doing horrible things to them.

The male nodded, his worry still evident. "I know Y/N is skilled, but the circumstances surrounding this case are unusually complex. I just want to make sure we have contingency plans in place and that we're ready to support her in any way necessary," he explained, his analytical mind racing with potential scenarios. She could have a knife pulled on her and be forced out, this unsub could drug her by sticking her with something, he could kill her right there if he figured out she was a federal agent..

After being released from prison, Spencer became a different man. He used to be more composed, now however, he was more temperamental. It didn’t help that Y/N was his girlfriend, the need to protect her being obvious. Besides, who wants to see their partner talking with a man who was brutally stabbing women and doing horrible things to their corpses? Especially when each of those women could’ve been her twin. That put her in a high risk situation that wasn’t a guaranteed arrest.

“Reid,” The Unit Chief let one hand come up to rub her face, the woman being tired of the argument. She could understand the worry and frustration, however this was Y/N’s job that she’d been doing for a good six years now. She knew the stakes as well as what she could or couldn’t handle.

“I promise that we will have this covered. We have surveillance all over the bar. Alvez, Simmons, and you are going to be inside, close enough to stop anything if things go too far.” She stressed the details, the woman just being exhausted explaining her decision continuously. “You aren’t changing my mind. I need you to understand that this decision was made with Y/N. You need to let her do her job.”

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Y/N walked into the dimly lit bar, her gaze looking around for Marcus Black, the man’s face still fresh in her mind from the picture that Penelope had sent her while she was on the way over to the location, the woman trying to mentally prepare herself for the mental gymnastics she’d have to go through for this. It was a common misconception that undercover missions were much easier than having to risk it by assuming who the unsub is and building off the profile.

Y/N would argue this is much harder. You have to stand in front of a person who did unspeakable things to others. You have to get close and personal, be able to hide that overwhelming feeling of being disgusted, nervous, and even terrified. This was a man who was definitely bigger than she was in every aspect, being able to take her down if he truly wanted to.

That didn’t stop her from flashing a bright smile at the bartender as she’d approached the bar, sitting in a bar stool while ordering a vodka tonic. Across the room, she could get a clear view of Matt Simmons, the man keeping his gaze fixated on her as he gave a nod once the two made direct eye contact.

She had a wire, the team could hear everything from the earpieces they all had in order to communicate with one another as well as communicate with her, even if she couldn’t very well respond in an obvious way.

Although as Y/N was lost in her thoughts, she could feel a presence beside her, one that oozed darkness. The vibe had dropped tremendously low, however Y/N needed to keep up a façade or all of this will go to shit, something the team definitely doesn’t need right now.

Especially when they could just taste the capture that was going to come. “Hi.” The woman spoke, a charming smile gracing her features while her head tilted ever so slightly to the side, her fingers playing with the straw in her drink.

Which as she had struck up a conversation, Spencer was quietly watching from the other end of the bar, nursing a full glass of some mixed drink in front of him just to avoid suspicion. He knew that she had to fake interest but that didn’t stop a heat rising in his chest, one associated with jealousy.

Seeing his girlfriend giving another man bedroom eyes, laughing at every word he said, even putting her hand on his upper arm was enough to make him seethe in his spot, hazel eyes focused on his girlfriend.

She was giggling, he could just hear it from his spot, probably telling him that she just couldn’t bare the thought of going home alone. He was just further pissing himself off thinking of the potential things she could be saying, not even tuning in to the actual dialogue because he knew it would’ve pissed him off much more than his own thoughts.

It was enough to make him clench his hand around the glass in his right hand. It was like his brain was trying to trick him into genuinely believing that Y/N was enjoying herself. He knew better, however the anger over the ‘what if’ had him shaking.

It reminded him of when he was in prison.

Y/N would come to visit him and it was one of the only things that got him through the hell, however the other inmates always had their comments. Saying explicit things about his angel, what they’d do to her given the chance to ever see her outside of those four cement walls. He wanted to keep his head down at the time but god damn, if this version of him was in prison, he would’ve been throwing fists and starting fights over his girlfriend, adding onto his sentence.

This was absolute fucking torture, Spencer’s leg bouncing in annoyance as he was using his opposite hand to put the earpiece in his ear, just in time to hear something that would have him absolutely livid. “I don’t think you could handle me, sweetheart. However if you’re up for a challenge, I’m always happy to take a precious little dove like yourself home.. However.. I don’t know if you could take what I’m going to give you,”

The male’s voice was the first thing Spencer was greeted with. “Is that so? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. But I promise, once you've tasted the forbidden fruit, there's no turning back.” Y/N countered, her voice low and in a seductive tone while her fingers were tracing over the rim of her glass.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying, honey.” The man continued while looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Most women can’t handle what I offer. We make a wager..” There it is! Now tell her, you fucking fuck.

“If they can get through my little game, they get to go home. If not?” He began, reaching in his jacket pocket. Which was enough to make Spencer jump up from his spot before he was storming over, catching a glimpse of a knife being pulled from an inner jacket pocket.

It gave him probable cause to shove the man over the counter, making Y/N’s eyes widen at the surprise while she was jumping back.

“Marcus Black, you are under arrest for the murders of Christine Brailey, Jessica Fredricks, and Emily Knight as well as the attempted murder of Amanda Grey.” Spencer spoke through gritted teeth, the handcuffs locking tightly on his wrists before he was shoving him out of the bar.

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Y/N’s back was hitting the front door of the apartment as soon as she and Spencer made it inside, the woman gasping while she was trapped between her boyfriend’s body and the wooden door.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying yourself back there. I mean you were really trying to sell it, weren’t you?” Spencer asked, eyebrows raising as his hand was coming under his girlfriends chin to make her look at him. He looked furious, it was enough to make Y/N nearly fall on her knees right then and there.

The thing about Spencer was that he was much different now, prison changing him in many ways. He was still a good man, there were no doubts about that, but now he had more anger.

Which Y/N was the outlet he needed when he was having a hard time, fucking her deep into their mattress where she was soaking their bedsheets with her cum, getting to the point where she was crying from overstimulation and begging for more.

“Get your little ass in the bedroom.” Spencer spat, dropping his hand before watching his girlfriend scurry off, making a b-line to their bedroom. It took Spencer an agonising amount of time to lock up and make sure everything was turned off for the night before he was making an appearance.

“You know, I could tell you were truly enjoying yourself. How does it feel to be a fucking whore?” He spat, making Y/N clench her thighs together as she could just feel her arousal soaking her panties from the harsh words.

“Look at you. Fucking pathetic. You’re really getting wet right now while I’m scolding you for being a whore?” He asked, taking a few steps over before letting his hand tangle in his girlfriend’s hair, tugging her head up to force her to look up at him from the spot where she was sitting on their king sized bed.

“So cock hungry.” He spoke while letting go of her hair while working to loosen his tie, urging his girlfriend to take his belt off for him. However as she was moving to start on his pants, his hand was wrapping around hers. “No.” He began, using the tie he’d loosened and taken off to restrain her hands behind her back.

“You don’t get the pleasure of touching me tonight.” He scolded his girlfriend before pushing her back onto the mattress, his hand grabbing her right ankle before he was pulling her to the end of the bed.

The black dress she wore had a perfect eyeful for him, her tits threatening to spill over the top as he was running his large hands over her body, fingertips tracing over the straps before he was pulling them down, letting her breasts out of their confinement while he groaned lowly. He had seen her body so much and he could navigate it with ease, but seeing her was always like the first time. Just.. He knows what he’s doing now and he’s not as nervous. “Fucking gorgeous.” His voice was low while he was using no effort at all to tug the dress down her legs, throwing it somewhere on their bedroom floor.

“The point of panties is to have something to cover you up.” He spoke lowly, chuckling as her needy, swollen cunt was practically swallowing the fabric of the panties that were on her hips. With a soft hum, his fingertips were running across her covered slit, collecting her arousal on his fingers while sighing, his head shaking.

“Look my angel. Who’s got you this wet?” He asked, his hands pushing her thighs apart more, falling to his knees at the edge of the mattress. “Y-you.” Y/N was whispering, shaking with anticipation as she was really desperate for something, anything. She knew the game Spencer was playing though.

“Damn right,” He gave an arrogant smirk while blowing cool air on her soaked pussy, a chuckle leaving his lips at the pathetic mewl that fell from her lips. “That’s right. Me. Because you’re mine, Y/N. Gonna show you what happens when you get too into flirting when you only had to do the bare minimum.” He murmured, his fingers hooking in the waistband of the black panties, tugging them down her legs while discarding of them somewhere on the floor.

Spencer was delving right in, eating her as if she was his last meal and he was a starved man, the way Y/N’s whines and cries making his cock stand at attention. However it wasn’t long until he was pulling away, tongue paying attention to her throbbing clit while two of his long fingers were being pushed into her without warning.

Her pussy was clenching around the digits, her back arching off of their sheets as she was blabbing her own praises, even if she wasn’t making too much sense because she was a sobbing mess as she could feel those long fingers curling.

Her hands were still bound, grabbing onto her own wrist, although she’d rather have her fingers in Spencer’s hair and being able to shove his face against her more. However, it was all crashing down when Spencer was pulling away, the male chuckling as his girlfriend was looking up at him with tears in her eyes. She was desperate for relief.

“Shh.. I know.” The male chuckled, now getting off his shirt, shedding his slacks as well before his boxers were the last to go. He was getting situated, his hands wrapping her shaking legs around his waist while he was spitting onto her already soaked pussy, the tip of his cock teasing her desperate cunt by spreading the sit around as if she needed to be lubed up.

“Alright, angel. Are you ready for my cock or do you need my fingers a little longer?” He asked, an eyebrow raising. Even in his state, he’d always ask before going too crazy. Last thing he needed was to hurt her.

“Cock!” Y/N blabbed immediately, eyes glossed over while her hips were rolling in an attempt to get some sort of friction, clenching around nothing as she was left to lay there helpless.

“Answer any faster, why don’t you? Someone is eager..” Spencer chuckled, however he was getting quite desperate himself. So, he wasn’t wasting time before his cock was pushing into her cunt, his head falling on her shoulder while he let out a low groan.

Y/N was letting out a drawn out moan, a few whimpers following after. There was always a delicious stretch, the pleasurable pain having her squirming and trying to push herself against his cock for more, the only thing stopping her was a strong hand on her hip.

“Patience. I’ll pull out right now and cum on your stomach and leave you here to squirm. You know better than this.” He warned, his voice low as he kissed the spot under her ear.

Feeling his rock hard cock stretching and stuffing her felt beyond amazing and she loved it. Once he was bottoming out, Spencer wasted no time in beginning to ram his cock into his girlfriend.

The feeling of her velvety, plushy walls was always enough to drive him insane. It was like she was made for him, not even just her body but her as a person. She complimented him so well and he did the same with her. It was safe to say that she was his person. Emphasis on his.

The sinful sounds of skin slapping against each other and the moans, whimpers and cries from Y/N were filling the once quiet bedroom. Their neighbors hated them enough, Spencer could already hear the complaints from the woman next door. She’d already made several noise complaints in the past, which Y/N would joke with Spencer that it was because she hadn’t been touched in a good thirty years. What a life that would be.

Spencer kept up his steady, relentless thrusts. His goal was always to have Y/N cum first, mainly because the mere sight of her creaming around his cock was enough to make him explode. “Sp-Sp.. I-I… C-Cu-“ That was all he got out of her before he knew exactly what she was trying to convey judging by the way her cunt squeeze tightly around him, a cry leaving her lips as she was doing hitting her orgasm, her back arching off the mattress as her nails were digging into her wrists.

“Fuck!” She cried, Spencer giving a few more sloppy thrusts before long ropes of his sticky cum were beautifully decorating her inner walls, his thrusts fucking it deeper into her while he was slowly coming down from his own high.

Y/N was in full orgasmic bliss, her face flushed, her eyes glossed over, her once neatly done makeup running down her face as well as her face being all over the place. She was fully fucked out, making Spencer lean down and press a few loving kisses against her lips before he was pulling out and pushing himself to stand.

He disappeared off to the bathroom for a few moments, getting a warm bath ready for his girlfriend before heading back to the bedroom, a soft hum leaving his lips as he was carefully picking up his tired, fucked out partner.

“There we go. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He breathed, the woman letting her arms loosely wrap around his shoulders. She was still in the stage where she was crashing down from her high, so he was placing her gently in the warm tub before grabbing a washcloth.

As he was washing his girlfriend, he was looking up at her face once he could see the content smile on her face. “Hi,” He whispered, the two sharing a little giggle amongst each other. “Hi.” Y/N responded, leaning over to press a kiss against her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I hope you know, I might be flirting with more people more often if this is the outcome.” She joked, making Spencer laugh.

“Like hell you are.”

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dark-frosted-heart · 14 days

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Crown’s S Class Mission - Roger Barel (Premium end)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Roger: Hold up. Not gonna let you kill my cute student. Now then, it’s time for Instructor Roger’s fun and exciting punishment.

Master of the estate: Oliver, shut that guy up!

Instructor Oliver: The one who needs to shut up is you.

Oliver grabbed the man and pinned him to the floor.

Master of the estate: *cough* Wha-what are you doing!

Instructor Oliver: I won't feel ashamed anymore!

Kate: Instructor Oliver…

Roger: All the members involved have been captured. They’ll be dealt with properly, but first, they gotta be punished for their crimes.

The master of the estate and all members involved were lined up on the platform.

They all had their wrists bound by rope.

Noblewomen: Huh…what’s this all about? What happened…

Roger: These guys were handing illegal substances to the women of this club. Therefore, we’re gonna hold an extremely punishing Spartan boot camp! Endurance squats—start.

Roger’s shout was the signal for those guilty to start squatting.

No matter how many squats were done, Roger didn’t stop.

Roger: It’s hard? No way, we’re just getting started.

(This is a scene from Hell)

Roger’s sadistic, egoistic, and unforgiving.

But he’s not the kind that enjoys tormenting others.

The evidence was in the calmness reflected in his eyes despite his harsh words.

(Ah, I see)

(Roger’s…really pissed)

Master of the estate: Huff, huff…To humiliate a man like this…

Roger: What does being a man have to do with this?

Master of the estate: …?

Roger: Sure, physically, there’s differences between men and women. But those are individual differences. Just like how women are oppressed, we men have our absurd matters as well.

Instructor Oliver: That’s right… Sometimes we’re all assumed to be strong.

Roger: However, that doesn’t give you the right to look down on others. There’s a lot of people in this club working on getting stronger. I got a cute pet dog who’s just like everyone else here.

(He’s not talking about me is he…?)

Roger: They’re the type that gets frustrated and beaten down by a lot of things, but picks themself back up and tries to be strong. No one’s got the right to stop someone that keeps moving forward and wants to be strong.

(Ah…)

How many times have I looked pathetic in front of Roger?

But every time, Roger would provide support from a distance.

(I’m really no match for him…)

Roger: Besides, I heard that the more stylish you are with women, the more popular you’ll be. Isn’t that right, Kate?

Kate: Hehe, that’s not a very Roger thing to say.

Roger: Well let me be just this once. Kate, what should we do with these guys?

Kate: A sin is a sin and evil is evil. We need to condemn all of them.

Roger: As you command.

After that harsh punishment, all those involved were turned over to the police.

The Beauty Muscle Club was dissolved.

The main culprit was to pay a large amount of compensation and was surely never going to see the light again.

And the bodies subjected to Roger’s punishing boot camp would find themselves useless for some time.

Victor, who had rushed over to clean up the mess, spread his arms out.

Victor: Kate, Roger! Ah…I’m glad you’re alright.

Kate: Thank you for cleaning up after us.

Victor: No need to thank me. It’s my job. Oh, that’s right. Here you go, Roger. A special reward like I promised.

I blinked at the check Victor handed him.

Kate: I didn’t hear anything about a special reward!

Roger: ‘Cause we didn’t tell you. This is gonna help fund my research on curses since it gets pretty expensive.

Kate: Geez…you’re so shrewd.

Victor: Kate, I’d like to give you a special reward too…

Kate: Victor, I don’t deserve it.

Victor: Why do you think so?

Kate: Roger told me not to do anything reckless, but I got carried away by my emotions…

Roger: Hahaha. That slap was refreshing.

Kate: It’s not funny…

Roger: It is. Just laugh and forget about that asshole. But Kate’s right. She’ll get her reward later. Because a student who misbehaves definitely needs to be punished, doesn’t she?

Kate: Huh? Woah… Roger?!

Roger threw me over his shoulder and walked away from Victor.

Victor: I haven’t seen that innocent look on Roger’s face in a while. Perhaps I can leave him to Kate.

Kate: H-hey, please put me down!

Roger: You sure are yapping a lot.

Roger sat me down on a sofa. He then sat down next to me and crossed his legs.

Roger: However, I prefer you making a fuss like this instead of depressed.

(Ah, there he goes again…picking me back up)

Roger: The most important thing about reflecting is finding areas for improvement.

Kate: Yes, I agree. What I need to improve on this time is…getting emotional.

Roger: You have a point, but that’s not it. Kate, you can rely on me.

Kate: You…?

Roger: Being strong doesn’t mean doing things alone. I think being able to rely on someone’s also a strength.

Roger’s words touched my heart like gentle rain.

Kate: If I ask…will you help me?

Roger: Of course. I’m your owner after all.

Kate: There you go treating me like a dog again…

(...He’s so sneaky. I would’ve cried if he didn’t say something like that)

Roger: Alright, time to wrap up Roger’s gracious lecture and get to the punishment.

Kate: ……Huh?

Roger: What’s with that dumb look? There’s a difference between reflection and punishment, you know?

Kate: A-anyway, are you going to do something perverted again?

Roger: If that’s what you’re expecting, then I’ll have to meet it.

Roger set down his hunting rifle and removed his vest…exposing his shoulder.

(Eh?)

It wasn’t bleeding, but it was red, as if something chafed against it.

(That’s the shoulder that supports his rifle isn’t it? Did it…)

Roger: I was in a rush to save you that my rifle scraped me when I shot it.

Kate: Sorry…

Roger: I don’t want an apology. Instead…lick it, Kate.

Kate: There’s no way licking will heal it…

Roger: Hmm, not gonna nurse me better?

(That look on his face…He’s totally enjoying this)

(But it’s my fault this happened. So…)

Kate: Okay… Please stay still.

I turned toward Roger and placed a hand on his large shoulder.

And then I ran my tongue over the reddened spot.

Kate: Nn…

Roger’s firm shoulder made me realize just how different he was from me.

(Why do I feel weird when I’m just licking him…?)

Roger: …

Kate: Roger…?

Roger: You’re pretty unreliable.

Kate: You think you're strong-willed, but you're easily manipulated.

(That’s because of you, Roger)

(Because of Roger…?)

Roger: The thought of you listening to anyone worries me. Besides…you’re defenseless and naive.

Kate: Eh? Ah…

Before I could react, the laces on my blouse were undone and my underwear was pulled down.

Roger: They’re already hard. What’s making you so excited?

Kate: No, I…

Roger: Geez… I’ll need to discipline you on not feeling something whenever someone touches you.

Kate: Huh? Kyaa.

Roger turned me away from him and placed a hand on my butt. Roger: This is your punishment, Kate. No matter what I do, you’re not allowed to take pleasure from it.

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dragjunkie23 · 8 months

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Sam Winchester NSFW Alphabet

18+ ONLY!! Minors DNI

I’ve seen a lot of people do Sam Winchester NSFW alphabets so I wanted to create one based on how I think he’ll be

A - Aftercare

Huge softie and gentleman when everything is done. He’ll be giving you the best aftercare with what you want but for him, holding you in his arms and stroking your skin is something he loves a lot. He definitely strikes me as someone who loves skin to skin contact so that would definitely be part of his aftercare

B - Body Part

As much as he hates to admit it, he does actually love his hands. So many women obsess over it and at first it’s confusing for him. With his partner, however, he realizes that his hands do so much when having sex. Pinning you down, stroking parts of the body that give you more pleasure, and being a source of comfort when the sex is done or just simply his partner wanting to hold his hand when they need it.

As for what his favorite body part is on a partner, he’s definitely a neck guy. All sexy scenes involving him, he’s kissing or biting the woman’s neck area as he knows it’s a sensitive part. Their backside and hair are a close second.

C - Cum

Sam doesn’t strike me as a super messy guy in bed so I think he would do all he can to avoid cumming everywhere. I guarantee you he has a breeding kink, though, so he wants to finish inside his partner.

D - Dirty Secret

I’ve seen a lot of people say that Sam is vanilla, but let’s be real: he is a FREAK in the sheets. Kinky AF (well maybe not AF but at least a good chunk of it).

E - Experience

Before he lost his soul, Sam only had a limited amount of experience compared to Dean. Either way, he knew what he was doing as he is good at reading his partner’s energy and what they want. After he lost his soul, he definitely had much more experience than Dean ever did (even if Sam doesn’t remember much of it).

F - Foreplay

Many men want to cut right to the chase. Not Sam. He knows the importance of foreplay and wants to ensure you are prepped just as much as he is, so get ready for a lot of it.

G - Goofy

It honestly will depend on the mood on either end, but I think being goofy would be saved for a long term partner he could trust.

H - Hard Limits

Like I said, Sam’s not a messy guy. He probably would not want to do something that will cause a huge mess. He isn’t completely opposed to it, though, so maybe will try some food play here and there but may not be a lot. Also isn’t into hardcore degrading his partner or doing anything that inflicts a lot of bodily harm to the body. He doesn’t want his partner to do that to him either

I - Intimacy

Sex is a VERY intimate moment for Sam. Though he has hooked up with a few women with no strings attached, he very much would rather have it with someone he’s in a long term relationship with. It’s personal for him

J - Jerk Off

If he’s single, he definitely will jerk off once in a while. When he’s in a relationship, it may not be as much but he’ll sneak in a little here and there when the hunt is long and you’re not in the mood

K - Kinks

Hair pulling (giving and receiving), predator/prey play, breeding, spanking (giving), bondage (giving and receiving though he’s more on the giving), dom/sub play

L - Location

Prefers the bedroom as it does allow a bit more movement (rolling around, changing spots) but will sneak a few rounds in the Impala with his partner. If neither one is readily available, if there is a single stall bathroom nearby, he’ll drag his partner in there if it’s been a while since the last time they had sex.

M - Motivation

Sensual whispering from his partner, them wearing something rather revealing, or just a simple “Babe, I’m in the mood. Meet me in the bedroom?” will be enough to turn him on.

N - No

If Sam’s too focused on the hunt at hand or someone is in serious danger, there’s a good chance he won’t be in the mood and turn down sex. He also will respect his partner if they are not in the mood as well.

O - Oral

Sam will gladly eat his partner out like he hasn’t eaten in a few days. He gets off on his partner’s moans and incoming orgasms. Though he prefers to give oral, he’s not opposed to receiving it.

P - Positions

Usually prefers positions where he’s on top like missionary, but he also adores the lotus (him sitting cross legged while his partner straddles him, riding him while he thrusts up) as it allows him to kiss you and caress your body. It’s a very intimate position that allows either slow or fast paced.

Q - Quickie

Not big into quickies but if it’s been a hot minute, he’s either likely to pull his partner into the bathroom to go down on them and they return the favor (or not, depending on the mood) or it’ll be him fingering them and the partner giving a hand job. It’s enough for them to get by for a bit

R - Risky

He really isn’t the type to want to risk getting caught but he knows it will happen especially because Dean is on the road as well.

S - Stamina

I’ve seen a lot of people say Sam has some stamina, and yeah, he could go for a few rounds, but it would have to be when he’s not exhausted from a hunt and had a few days off. He may be able to go for one or two rounds while a hunt is happening, but when he’s had time to rest, he’ll definitely be able to do more rounds.

T - Toys

I don’t think Sam would be a toy guy unless his partner introduces them to him. He’d definitely be open to trying them out and after a few experiments, there will be vibrators, paddles, floggers, bondage, etc. The toys may be used more for solo play when one of them is in the mood and the other isn’t, but the vibrators would help stimulate his partner a lot more especially if used on the clit.

U - Unfair

In terms of Sam teasing aka “being unfair,” I think this will go one or two ways: he’ll either be the biggest tease in the world and will see how long it lasts until his partner is begging for him or he’ll be super impatient and would get some foreplay in before actually going all in

V - Volume

I don’t think Sam would be loud at first. It takes some encouragement for him to start making some noises. Once he’s more comfortable, there will be some growls, snarls, and moaning on his end.

W - Wild Card

Sam’s a huge dom, that’s no secret, but I think he’s up to being sub once in a while

X - X-Ray

People think because Sam’s a huge guy height wise that he does have a huge package. That may be the case, but I think his package would be a little bit above average (but not to the point where it won’t fit).

Y - Yearning

Sam’s drive is interesting. He’ll be feeling up for sex a few times while others not as much. When he gets into a relationship, though, the drive will very much increase. It’s a way for him to connect with his partner and be able to let out emotions in a safe environment, so he needs to trust someone first before the drive increases.

Z - Zzz 😴

He definitely would not fall asleep until a few minutes after his partner is asleep (unless it’s been an exhausting hunt).

#sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester headcanon #sam winchester smut

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Lost in Longing [HuskerDust One Shot]

Summary: Husk struggles with his insecurities and doubts about his relationship with Angel while the latter is away on a shoot.

Also on AO3

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Husk had been cleaning the same glass for five minutes straight, staring directly at the glossy reflection of the bar top without flinching or moving. His heart had felt heavy all day, his head feeling like it was full of white noise.

Angel had been gone for 3 days for a shoot, expected to be back at any time that day. Since he had been gone, there had been who-knows-how-many ads coming from the V’s about Angel Dust’s hottest movie so far , with Angel being surrounded with Hell’s most attractive men and women.

Husk had missed him with his entire being. Sleeping in his bed with Fat Nuggets, trying to surround himself with Angel’s scent so he could try and miss him less.

As it got further into the afternoon, Husk began to feel more lost and his actions were starting to show his emotions. He couldn’t bring himself to do much else than to get lost in his thoughts and polish the same glass repeatedly.

Would Angel even want to come back to him after spending the weekend with all the most attractive citizens of hell?

Husk sighed, placed the glass down with a loud clunk against the wood and placed his head in his hands. Desperate to get the thoughts out of his head, he and Angel had only been dating for 3 months and Husk was already falling apart when he wasn’t by his side.

“All right, enough with the dramatics. Talk to me, bartender,” Vaggie’s voice made Husk jump a little, his eyes wide through his fingers as he watched her hop onto one of the barstools.

“It’s nothing, just… a long weekend,” Husk frowned, his eyes trailing to the front doors of the hotel before looking back to Vaggie. “Nothing to worry about.”

“It’s okay to miss him, you know? Having feelings isn’t a crime,” Vaggie smirked as Husk’s wings shook in response to her words. “I bet he’s all sorts of missing you too.”

“Ha, right.” Husk huffed. “Surrounded by Hell’s Hottest all weekend and he’ll be thinking of some ratty bartender.”

He slouched over the counter, resting his elbows on the wood as he gave into the conversation.

“He won’t be having time to miss me, I wouldn’t miss me either.” He shook his head, letting the truth wash over him, his heart heavier than ever.

“You’re kidding, right?” Vaggie’s face was a picture of disbelief. “Husk, Angel is completely obsessed with you. I could guarantee you that the minute he walks through those doors he’ll be all over you.”

“He ain’t obsessed, you’re being dramatic now,” Husk rolled his eyes. “He could have his pick of the litter, why the hell would he come back here?”

“Because you’re here, obviously. You might not see it right now, but he loves you. You’re all he talks about, even when the topic doesn’t even involved you,” Vaggie sighed before reaching out and placing a hand on Husk’s arm in comfort. “I know better than anyone what it’s like to not feel good enough for your partner, that feeling sucks. And I’m sure Angel would be heartbroken to know you think you’re not good enough for him.”

In his right mind, Husk knew she was right. Angel was over-affectionate, with his words and his touch. Husk barely had a minute when his boyfriend's hands weren’t on him in one way or another. Angel was also content to sit at the hotel bar pretty much 24/7 just to spend time with Husk, talking about everything and nothing.

Just a few days ago, before Angel had to leave, he sat at the bar with Husk until the car pulled up to take him away. Claiming he didn’t want to leave and asking if Husk could at least come with him. He had even bugged Alastor about it, asking if Husk could come too. Which of course, Alastor didn’t want one of his souls so close to one of the V’s for that long. Meaning the two would have to brave it apart.

His yearning for Angel had clouded his judgement, he knew Angel would come swooping in any minute now and shower Husk with all the affection they missed out on during the past few days.

“I see that smile, starting to feel better?” Vaggie raised an eyebrow and removed her hand from Husk’s arm.

“Yeah, thanks.” Husk let out a breath, his heart feeling lighter with the memory of his love.

“It’s good to see you’re just as obsessed with him too,” Vaggie chuckled before tilting her head to the polaroid tacked to the bar pole. A photo of Angel’s bright smile while snuggling a cheek into Fat Nuggets.

Husk snorted, smiling fondly at the photo before replying to Vaggie.

“Yeah, he slipped that one there before heading out. You should see the one he snuck into my wallet too,” Husk smirked as Vaggie scrunched up her nose.

“That would be cute if I didn’t know him better,” Vaggie chuckled. “But a good idea to keep in mind when Lucifer asks Charlie to go back to one of those long-ass meetings in Heaven.”

Before Husk could retaliate, an obnoxiously loud car pulled up the front of the hotel making his back straighten as he eagerly tried to peer through one of the hotel windows.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you two to it.” Vaggie said teasingly, before slipping away from the lobby.

Without even acknowledging her departure, Husk lifted the entryway to the bar to hurry towards the hotel entrance. Ready to meet Angel on his way back into the hotel and have him back by his side.

He swung the door open and watched for a second as Angel typed aggressively on his phone while the cab driver lifted the large pink suitcase from the trunk of the car. His heart soared at the sight, squeezing in his chest as his love stood less than 15 meters away from him, finally.

He moved before he could speak, rushing toward Angel who had yet to notice Husk had come out to meet him.

Husk collided with Angel as he turned around to the noise of footsteps, his face buried in the soft, pink chest fluff and his chest immediately rumbling purrs at the contact. He rubbed his nose against the exposed skin before planting his cheek on his chest and catching a glimpse in the reflection in the hotel’s windows of Angel beaming a smile toward the top of his head.

“Hi baby,” Angel whispered and gently placed his hands onto Husk. One set on his head and the other to caress down his back, while Husk’s hands remained firmly on Angel’s back to keep him as close as possible. "Was just texting you that I'm back."

“Welcome home, sweetheart.” Husk purred, elated to hear the sound of Angel’s voice again.

“Missed me, huh?” Angel teased, hands squeezing Husk’s shoulders in affection.

“Not at all,” Husk quipped back, his actions speaking louder than his words.

Angel hummed and pressed against Husk a little more, the taxi hauling itself away from the scene knocked over his suitcase, not that either of them had noticed yet.

Just as Husk predicted, Angel’s hands were all over him, a hand placed on his back to keep him close, another on his shoulder, another caressing his neck and a fourth cradling the back of his head. Each hand gently placed and pressed the soft affection Husk had missed so, so much.

Just having Angel back in his arms had grounded Husk’s thoughts, more so than his conversation with Vaggie. The validation of Angel’s love was much better when he experienced it in-person, better than any memory.

“Everything okay in there, kitty cat?” Angel teased, flicking at one of Husk’s ears and giggling to himself when it flicked.

“Yeah,” Husk said slowly. “Got in my own head for second today, convinced myself you were never coming back.”

“Silly, silly.” Angel said lightly, all of his arms now squeezing Husk close. “Where else would I go when you’re here?”

Just as Vaggie had said.

“Vaggie said you were obsessed with me,” Husk replied and chuckled to himself as he heard Angel scoffed. He moved back a little to finally look at his face. “She said I was obsessed with you, too.”

“Well, as you should be.” Angel winked and smirked down at him.

Husk rolled his eyes as he leaned up on his toes and tilted his head towards Angel’s. His boyfriend bent down to meet him halfway, their lips meeting softly in a simple kiss.

Angel hummed as he pulled back and giggled when Husk tried to follow his movement but was ultimately too short to reach up for another kiss. He leaned back down and peppered kisses along Husk’s lips and the rest of his face until the cat demon was satisfied with the affection.

“Alright, alright,” Husk finally moved away, taking a step back but keeping one of his hands in Angel’s as he reached down to collect the forgotten luggage on the gravel. “Let’s get you inside.”

“Let’s.” Angel beamed, another hand coming to rest on Husk’s elbow as the held hands. “I have to update you on the studio gossip. You know the two chicks that I told you were kind of a thing but not really?”

“Uh huh,” Husk said absentmindedly as he walked towards the entrance with Angel in tow.

“They got secretly married in Imp City a couple weeks ago,” Angel whispered and smiled as Husk’s eyebrows raised.

“I thought that wasn't allowed by your boss?”

“It ain’t,” Angel squealed. “They were so obvious when we were all filming too. All handsy with each other and smiling, kinda sweet if it weren’t supposed to be an orgy. Speaking of orgies, the conclusion of the film was a total disaster! You would not believe…”

Husk smiled widely to himself as he led his gossiping boyfriend through the hotel, feeling at peace with the world once again with his boyfriend’s almost constant chatter in his ears and his hands on him once again.

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#angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel #huskerdust fanfiction #husk #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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vespulagermanica · 10 months

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Disclaimer: im critical of hb. Look at my username goddamit

Some of you hb criticals are really fucking weird and ableist towards people with mental illness ngl. I haven’t interacted much in the community myself because i have been working on my own mental health snd getting a diagnosis and proper meds(aytypical anti psychotics) and jesus fuck why are people claiming vivziepop is ‘delusional’ and viv fans are ‘mentally ill’ just because they’re being an asshole or lying or have slightly weird ideas. And dont fucking give me ‘ohhj i grew up around mental illness so i know this is it’ or ‘ohh the hb fans are impacting my mrntal health’ grow the fuck up or delete your account. Vivziepop isnt ‘delusional’ just because she has a shitty, stupid discourse opinion that a ton of 30 year old bisexual women on the internet share. She’s just a person who falls for bad retoric, she doesn’t have a condition that causes delusions and your shithead words would be way fucking worse and so much more dangerous if she genuinely did, i can tell you that.

And if not liking hb is giving you mental health problems maybe try not being so stubborn and fixated on that? Get consueling if it’s too too much for your poor hater mind?

Because i can guarantee that it isn’t giving you an actual psychological condition, and if it’s enhancimg one you already had, you should totally stop engaging with anyone involved and log out. Focus on ocs or something maybe.

Trust me, my autism gave me a SPINTREST on hb critique and even i am not as much of a fucking weirdo and loser as these people who are claiming vivziepop has a condition that makes her have delusions. Seriously fuck off you are poisoning the hb critical community. This is the reason i’ve been posting nearly nothing related to hb you guys. Too tired. The fans think narracustic abuse is a real term and the criticals think everyone who wrote it is mentally ill for no reason.

I’m not fighting anyone in the comments or rbs so don’t even try because i am DONE with these shitheads , i am honestly only saying this for my followers so know if you try to argue with me i’ll delete your comment

#helluva boss critical #stolashater speaks

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i-am-dulaman · 4 months

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petition for that long rant on revolutions here, i really enjoyed the way you laid out your facts and explained the first rant and am not too good at reading theory myself (i am still trying tho) thanks!!

Okay okay so the problem with revolutions is they get messy. Real messy. You get counter-revolutionaries, moderates, extremists, loyalists, and everything in between. One revolution turns into 5, and even if your side wins, its almost guaranteed to have been tainted some way or another along the way.

Take the first french revolution. It started as civil unrest, the estates general initially called for reform of the french state into a constitutional monarchy similar to Britain. Even king louis XVI was in support of this. But extremists wanting a republic and counter-revolutionaries wanting absolute monarchy clashed and things became more and more chaotic and violent. Eventually the extremists won, the jacobin reign of terror ensued, and 10s of thousands of people were executed. Now don't get me wrong, i am all for executing monarchs and feudal lords, but look what happened a few years later; Napoleon used the political instability to declare himself emperor, a few more years later his empire had crumbled, and the monarchy was back with Louis XVIII.

Or take the 1979 iranian revolution. It started as protests against pahlavi, who was an authoritarian head of state and an American pawn. As the protests turned into civil resistance and guerilla warfare it took on many different forms. There were secularists vs islamic extremists. There were democrats vs theocrats vs monarchists. Etc. Through all the chaos, Khomeini seized power, held a fake referendum, and declared himself supreme leader and enforced many strict laws, particularly on women who previously had close to equal rights. Many of the millions of women involved in the revolution later said they felt bettayed by the end result.

Or the Russian Revolution. It started as protests, military strikes, and civil unrest during WW1 directed at the tsar. He stepped down in 1917 and handed power over to the Duma, the russian parliament. This new provisionary government initially had the support of soviet councils, including socialist groups like the menshiviks. But they made the major mistake of deciding to continue the war. Lenins bolsheviks were originally a very tiny group on the fringes of russian politics, but they were the loudest supporters of peace, so they gained support and organised militias into an army and thus began the russian civil war. Lenin won and followed through on his promise to end the war against germany, but its a bit ironic that they fought a civil war, that killed about 10 million people, just to end another war.

Im not saying any of these results were either bad or good. They all have nuance and its all subjective. But the point i am trying to make is that they get messy. The initial goals will always be twisted.

France wanted a constitutional monarchy, they got an autocratic emporer.

Iran wanted democracy and an end to American influence, and well they ended american influence alright but also got a totalitarian theocrat.

Russia wanted an end to world war 1 and got one of the bloodiest civil wars in history.

I cant think of a single revolution in history that achieved the goals it set out to achieve.

But again, im not saying this is necessarily a bad thing, just a warning against revolutionary rhetoric and criticisms of reformism. Sometimes revolution is the only option, when you're faced with an authoritarian government diametrically opposed to change, then a revolution may be worth the risk. But it is a risk.

But if you live in a democracy, claiming revolution is the only way is actively choosing both bloodshed and the risk of things going horribly wrong over the choice of peaceful reform.

So when i go online in some leftist spaces and see people claiming revolution in America or UK or wherever is the only way out of capitalism I cant help but feel angry.

I know our democracy is flawed, and reform is slow and can even go backwards, but we owe it to all the people who would die in a revolution to try reform first.

I know socialist reform is especially hard in our flawed democracy where capitalists own the media, but if we can't convince enough people to vote for socialist reform what hope do we have of convincing enough people to join a socialist revolution. Socialism is supposed to be for the people, but how can you claim your revolution is for the people if you can't even get the support of the people?

So what I'm trying to say is; if youre one of those leftists that are sitting around waiting for the glorious revolution, doing nothing but posting rhetoric online - at least try doing something else while you wait. Join your labour union, recruit your coworkers, get involved in your local socialist parties, call your local representatives (city council, senator, governor, member of parliament, whatever) and make your opinions known, push them further left, and keep pushing.

#thank you anon this waa fun #also when i say i cant think of any revolution in history that achieved its goals #im not counting wars of independence #i know americans call the american war of independence the revolutionary war but its not a revolution l #(for reference - the first rant that anon mentions is a reblog a couple days ago about the communist manifesto)

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"Are you sure? You want me to compose a hymn for the crusade with you?"

Lazare looked slightly bewildered, though the faint purple hue on his cheeks was unmistakable: The young tiefling was ecstatic at the request. He had joined the crusade more or less by accident; his involvement in the Andoren army had led him to Mendev, and while he was happy to help, he had struggled to find his place among men and women twice his size in height and muscles. That was what he thought, until he met the Commander.

How and why a bard was designated to be the leader of the crusade were questions that flew way above Lazare's head, but the tiefling had been so glad to find out the Commander was someone like him. A bard. An Andoren. A free-spirited man who'd share his way of thinking.

Suddenly, the young tiefling felt like he was exactly where he needed to be.

"A crusade hymn played by only one bard would be quite pathetic. No, I'd love for you to join me on this little creative adventure," answered Sia with a soft smile curling his lips.

That was more than enough to trigger Lazare's emotional response. The shorter man jumped without warning at Sia's neck, pulling him into a friendly yet heartfelt embrace before kissing him on the cheek. When Lazare finally let Sia free, there was still a joyful gleam illuminating his red eyes and a large grin on his round little face.

"Okay, okay. Alright, I'm in. I have ideas. Plenty of 'em. I even have got the grandest idea brewing in me noggin', a notion fit for the annals of history itself, if ye catch me drift. Picture this: a crusade hymn, a ballad that'll make the very mountains sing and the rivers dance with joy! And the words, oh, the words! They'll speak of our battles, of the brave lads and lasses who fought side by side in this mayhem. They'll sing of courage and resilience, of triumph in the face of adversity, and of the bonds that bind us together as one proud army!'

It was hard to interpret Sia's smile as he watched the young bard. Lazare was making grand gestures to emphasize every detail of his chaotic yet passionate explanation. Sia knew he had set himself up for a whole new adventure, knowing damn well that containing the young tiefling's energy could be a task more delicate than defeating demons, but he also knew his fellow bard would not disappoint in the slightest."

- (Please keep in mind english is not my native language, I tired my best but OH WELL) Lazare Lune-de-Miel and Siavash (@dujour13) for OC kiss week '24 ! Two bards. Two Azatas. Two Desna followers. While it maaay seems a little too affectionate, I guarantee it's only a platonic kiss ! Lazare's just very tactile and kinda over the top.

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Home | Okkotsu Yuuta + Zen'in Maki

SYNOPSIS: You became his home and he would do anything to go back.

READER: female

WORDS: 1.4k

WRITTEN: 12/29/2022

NOTE: The ending involves the manga, so there may be a possible spoiler (I don't name anyone who dies or anything) but it mainly involves my imagination. Gojo Kento is an oc of sorts as well, solely for this fic. My requests are open! I added more characters for jjk

Gojo would randomly bring you and your classmates — Panda, Toge, and Maki — on overnight vacation trips under the guise of team bonding, but all of you knew it was when he was either too lazy or too busy doing other things to actually teach you.

It used to be the four of you, but with the addition of Okkotsu Yuuta, it became five.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Yuuta asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I always sleep with Maki on trips," you explained as you moved your futon against hers. "She's comfortable and smells good, so she puts me right to sleep whenever we have outings together. I don't sleep easy. I have insomnia," you added.

Yuuta was surprised. He wasn't expecting Maki to get so close to someone else. Obviously, he didn't know her that well but given her reaction to him and Rika, he thought she would be more closed off.

"I know what you're thinking," said Maki with a deadly glint in her eyes.

"What's he thinking?" you questioned, head tilting as you looked between Yuuta and Maki.

"Something he should stop thinking of," said Maki.

She seemed like she wanted to say more, but with Rika in the room with them, she decided it would be best not to make any threats.

"Yuuta, where will you sleep?"

You were on a first-name basis with everyone and told them to do the same in return. You were a bubbly, air-headed person who talked too much. In other words, you were the opposite of Maki.

"I think I'll sleep in the corner," answered Yuuta.

He wasn't sure what Gojo was thinking, bringing him and enclosing him and Rika in a room full of novice sorcerers. He was scared of hurting them, so he was on high alert at all times.

"That doesn't sound very fun," you said. "Well, if you're sure."

With a nonchalant shrug, you turned back to making your futon as comfortable as it could be.

Later that night, Yuuta couldn't sleep. He was watching the rest of his classmates sleep in their futons without a care in the world of the dangerous curse in the same room as them.

You suddenly sat upright in your futon, scaring the hell out of Yuuta who had been lurking in the shadows. Sleeping with Maki didn't guarantee that you'd be able to sleep and stay asleep, but she helped.

"Yuuta, are you awake?" you whispered.

"Y-Yes."

"Wanna go to the vending machines in the lobby?"

Yuuta blinked in shock. It was midnight and you were thinking of getting a snack with the man who scared the shit out of you and your friends with his cursed energy alone.

"S-Sure."

You carefully got out of the futon and made sure to cover up Maki with the blanket before patting her head and walking out of the room with Yuuta following.

"It's not like that," you said quietly as you walked through the hallway.

"What?" he questioned.

"Maki and I," you offered. "She won't tell her own business to people — not really, anyway — but I met her when she was a kid in a house of big goals that weren't meant for the women."

Yuuta had never seen you so serious before.

"I believe it was fate that Maki and I found each other again. I only played with her a few times as kids, whenever she managed to sneak out of that place, but eventually, she stopped coming. I wasn't surprised though. She's been through a lot. But on the other hand, Maki doesn't know a lot about me. She thinks I'm just an annoying puppy that sticks to her because she's the only girl here, but I understand her more than anyone else thinks. So like I said, it's not like that."

Yuuta nodded. "I kinda get it."

You offered a brief smile. "I knew you would. There's something about you, Yuuta."

You were the first person to introduce yourself, knowing that Rika disliked girls getting near him. He still remembered the genuine smile you had on your face and the way you kept your hand stretched out, even when he hesitated to grab and shake it.

"Something?" he questioned.

You turned around, walking backward. "Yeah. Something pure and kind."

The next outing you and your classmates were able to have was after The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Things were tense but comforting at the same time. All of you were on the brink of death, but then Yuuta and Rika saved you. It was a conflicting situation that ended in a win but didn't spare you the feeling of death.

Maki's pinky finger was brushing against your hand in an attempt to comfort you. If she was rattled, she didn't show it.

"Sorry, Maki," you murmured.

She nodded in response. "We're alive," she said to everyone. "Stop dwelling on the past. Go die again if you're going to."

"Maki's right," you said. "Let's have a movie night! Toge and I can go get snacks from the store around the corner."

"I wanna go too," said Panda.

"Okay, then Yuuta and Maki can pick the movies," you said. "Onward, Team Snack!"

Your hand disappeared from Maki's pinky and she pulled her hand back and placed it on her hand as the three of you left the room.

There was silence between Maki and Yuuta. For Maki, she was indifferent to it. For Yuuta, he was nervous and anxious.

"I'm sorry — "

"Whatever you're thinking with Y/N, don't be stupid," she said.

"What?"

"I'll kill you if you hurt her."

Yuuta's nervousness and anxiety dissipated. He looked at Maki with bold determination. She noticed and stared at him head-on.

"I won't," he said.

There was something about you that was so earnest and special. People gravitated toward you and you welcomed them as they were without expecting anything but their company in return.

Yuuta was one of those people you welcomed. You smiled and accepted him and his sins, never faltering in the process of accepting him for Yuuta, not Okkotsu Yuuta, the Special Grade sorcerer.

"Yuuta, what are you thinking about?" you questioned, tilting your head to look at him.

Your knees were tucked into your chest as you peered up at Yuuta who was sitting on the bench. You were drawing figures in the dirt with a stick and he had been watching you with a fond smile on your face.

"Absolutely nothing," he responded.

You pouted. "That's stupid."

"Don't be mean," he said with a chuckle.

"Will you text us often?" you questioned.

He smiled and nodded. "Every day."

You smiled and dropped the stick to place your hands on his knees. "Will you come home?"

"I will."

"Y/N," Maki called out. "Come on. Training's starting."

"Coming!"

You stood up and smiled at Yuuta, leaning down to kiss his cheek before jogging off to meet with Maki. You looped your arm around hers and grinned, a pink blush on your face.

"I told you I could do it," you said.

Maki snorted. "I never said you couldn't."

Yuuta never came back to you. He was busy on oversea missions, but it didn't change anything between you and Yuuta. He continued to text you and call you when he had more time.

Eventually, he shyly asked through FaceTime if you would become his girlfriend, to which you enthusiastically said yes.

Maki was happy for you. She didn't act on her new and confusing feelings because her only goal was to bring down the Zen'in clan. She couldn't be bothered to go on dates and compliment you, but Yuuta could offer all those things and more for you.

"Get out of my fucking way."

Okkotsu Yuuta, Special Grade sorcerer, had only two true goals. One goal was to remove Gojo Satoru's seal. His second goal was to return to you, his home. He would massacre every colony if it meant returning to you quicker.

On the other side of the Culling Game's district, you were fighting for your life, having been separated from both Yuuta and Maki. Burned, scarred, and losing massive amounts of blood from your missing eyeball, you had a strong resolve to reunite with your lover and your best friend.

You let out a steady breath. "Domain Expansion: Resurrection."

No two bearers of the Six Eyes could exist at the same time, but a soulless body with the same abilities could deny that claim. Gojo Kento, Gojo Satoru's ancestor, entered the ring.

"This is my playground now, fucker," you seethed.

From a political meeting, Kenjaku's finger twitched, having felt a similar presence to one that once defeated him.

#jujutsu Kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #maki zenin x reader #zen'in maki x reader #zenin maki x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #okkotsu Yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader

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sassyfrassboss · 6 months

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Omid is a raging misogynist. He really hates women, except his boss. He’s written or spread gossip and lies about women in the royal family he’s either had very little to no involvement with. He’s ruining these translators careers and refusing to apologize. There are probably more we don’t even know about. I don’t know what hold MM has over him but he definitely allowed himself to get Markled.

Yes he is but I think that lot of his anger had been building over the years before Meghan ever entered the scene.

Camilla Tominey wrote an article yesterday where she stated that Omid was a celebrity gossip writer prior to becoming a royal reporter and that he followed around the veteran royal reporters like a puppy dog and begged her to reveal who her palace sources were.

He was very much an outsider in what is a very small segment of journalists, and he knew it which had to build animosity. Not only toward other royal reporters but also the royals themselves because he was probably never able to find reliable sources on his own...until Meghan entered the picture.

Once she was on the scene and was connected to him through mutual friends, Omid was all of a sudden a fountain of information.

Doesn't take a genius to put two and two together.

More than likely Omid believed this would get his foot in the door to build up more sources and establish himself as a leading royal reporter. Instead all it did was make William and KP distance themselves from Omid because he could not be trusted.

I think that once Omid started leaking on behalf of Meghan, William did what he could to limit Omid. Which is a reason for his hatred.

Plus, I guarantee you that Omid is fully aware of how much William loves Catherine and how protective he is over his wife and children so it stands to reason that Omid is attacked Catherine, not only for Meghan, but also to get back at any perceived slights he feels he had from William.

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goldeneyedgirl · 7 months

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Hey! @sonyawix

This is an interesting take and I had to consult with the Holder of the Jalice Braincells (@volturialice) to really break this down.

It sounds like the author of that take is kind of more interested in perfect, idealized relationships and might not be a fan of Alice, honestly. Plus SMeyer made a lot of the relationship dynamics in canon a really odd thing - we see all three Cullen relationships as very one-dimensional because of the relationship triptych I've ranted about before.

Because of Alice's backstory and her gift, we know that she's going to be a bit of a weirdo. She's essentially bet everything she has that the pictures in her brain are a path to happiness, that Jasper will make her happy. She has no reference point to interpersonal relationships beyond her visions, she has no memories of humanity; we really aren't shown exactly what level she was functioning at when she woke up. Those 28 missing years would be fascinating in how she built herself into a functional individual, honestly.

She bets everything on Jasper, and I think that shows what an optimistic, determined person she is. She could have gone to the Cullens straight away and probably would have been welcomed warmly - there's nothing in canon indicating that wasn't an option. But for whatever reason, Alice commits to waiting for Jasper. That's loyalty and dedication and love.

Just because their meeting was fated/planned doesn't mean it isn't meaningful.

So Alice seeing Jasper for all those years is not going to necessarily match up with him in real life. It's one thing to know a person has trauma, it's entirely another to meet that traumatized, depressed person. It's one thing to get the greatest hits of the relationship pumped straight into the brain, it's another to have all those small moments, those in-between times.

We know from Jasper's time with Maria that he tends to deify the women he's involved with. He put both Maria and Alice on a pedestal. That's just how he loves and commits - fully and totally. His 'hyperfocus' on Alice is a sign of how much he loves and treasures her. I honestly don't think it would have mattered how or when they met, Jasper would have treated her the same - the most precious thing he has.

We also know that Jasper has spent the best part of one hundred years in a high-stress environment where nothing was guaranteed. He didn't trust Maria at the end. So being introduced to someone who could tell him which path would be safe? Where there was no risk or fighting? I think that would be an incredible support for Jasper. I imagine in the early days, he'd probably ask Alice to check the future more than necessary because of his PTSD. And I can imagine Alice checking every time he asked, and going over all the details with love and patience.

And we know that Jasper does go against her wishes - he disagreed with her decision to return to Forks when Alice thought she had died, and Alice went alone (side note, if Jasper had gone with her, there was an opportunity for a lot of Eclipse set up right there.)

As for dehumanizing all her relationships, Alice is very distinctively trying to help throughout the series. It might be over the top, and it might not go to plan, but all of her visions and guidance are meant to help the people she loves. Alice has never known life without her sixth sense, so of course she uses it like we use our five senses. Does it give her a God-complex? Yes. Do I think it's meant to be more of a nod to Meyer's insistence on calling her a 'pixie' and utilizing fae imagery since fairies in lore are supported to love helping? Absolutely.

I think it's pretty disingenuous to say that people are 'ideas' to Alice when she was changed and abandoned. It's more likely that Alice is more intensely aware of what makes them happy so that they all stay together and she's not left alone again. If she didn't see people as people, but as chess pieces, then she wouldn't have go to see Charlie when she thought Bella was dead; she wouldn't have gone to Volterra to save Edward; she wouldn't have taken Jasper with her to find the hybrid.

So yeah, I disagree pretty strongly with this because it feels more like a way to minimize and dismiss Alice and her relationship with Jasper. But this is just my take on the character, and I'm sure there are dozens of different readings and interpretations out there!

#alice cullen #jasper hale #the twilight saga #jalice #what is a 'natural relationship' really? i'm ND i just like your vibes and adopt you forever and that's weird to some people #in the end alices gift is about protecting her and her loved ones #and you could argue that is how it's used throughout the series #jasper simps his wife #alice adores her husband and she's just there trying to make everyone happy

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I have to say, after having gone out of my way to see what the alternative interpretations of the overall plot of the RTD era are on YouTube and reddit, it confuses me how often I see people fall into the trap of thinking that the 10th Doctor is the hero of his story. A mere victim of circumstance that was undeserving of the end he got.

Although we see him do many heroic acts throughout his run, he is not incapable of doing any wrong. And when I say this, I mean way before the time lord victorious arc.

He is not faultless. He is capable of making selfish decisions and calls. At times he makes decisions not because it's what's best for the people around him, although he tries to convince himself otherwise, but because it makes him feel better knowing that it is no longer his responsibility to deal with. That it is more comfortable to ignore the problems around him, then confront them because that would mean acknowledging it's existence.

Hell one of the biggest examples of this is the tension filled interaction Rose and Sarah Jane had upon first meeting. That in turn, arose because the two women unintentionally took out the frustration they had towards him, on one another.

The doctor should have told Rose that she was not his first companion.

The fact that Sarah Jane had to find out through Rose, that he had not mentioned her, in spite of the deep friendship they once shared, is heartbreaking and rightfully a reason why she was so frustrated upon finding out. Here you have, the most wonderful man who so suddenly disappeared from her life, come back by chance and she's so excited! Elated to see an old friend who she feared had suffered something terrible given he never visited, only to be confronted by the reality that he indeed moved on. In her place, a young woman who is both pretty and brave who up until now was unaware she wasn't the only one.

And Rose, finding out that he had a history of leaving behind his companions without even the bare minimum: a proper goodbye, felt uncomfortable at the revelation. Because again, the uncertainty of the nature of her relationship with the doctor is likely a touchy subject, given that he has a habit of withholding his feelings. So here she is confronted by someone who personifies that very possibility. Someone who appears to have been close to him at one point, but yet he so callously left behind and never mentioned. She is left to face this fact with no warning, no reassurance, and no real reason to believe that she is the exception. All while Mickey, taunts her about it.

So can someone explain to me why people boil down this very nuanced interaction into a cat fight between two jealous woman who were in love with him? When in reality:

1) Sarah Jane never indicated that she cared for him in that way. Her jealousy does not stem from romantic interest, but from the hurt she feels at having been thrown out and replaced by a person she considered a beloved friend (in her perspective, because again the Doctor has yet to give a valid explanation)

2) Both were justified in feeling wronged, and from how easily the two make up, it is quite obvious that the interaction was not that deep. Both were mature enough to realize that the problem was in fact, him, and even bonded over it lol (talk about girl power)

Because again, the narrative demonstrates the perspective of the three involved but subtly separates the time lord's perspective from that of the humans. After all, this is the episode where the inevitable truth that one day Rose will die is confronted, and so it's not far fetched to think that this was indeed the intention.

We humans don't have long to live. We're aware of that fact. And so, we derive value from such inconsequential formalities such as goodbyes because we reason that it's best to anticipate never having another chance to say it. To a time lord, this is silly given how long they live. They are guaranteed a regeneration in the case they die, and given how very little time they spend with him on average (not lasting more than a few years, or until they die) he doesn't see it as wrong to leave without saying anything, because they can move on. Live a normal life, have a family, and have security.

His life is not one that grants him that privilege of hanging on. He knows what happens when humans die, they cease to exist and out of the duty of preserving his own sanity, he leaves them long before it ever reaches that point.

So with that in mind, the episode makes both sides confront these two drastically different perspectives. If it had been merely a romantic tiff between the parties involved, then the first question Rose would have asked is what are we? But no, what truly bothers her is how easily he can simply forget the people he claims to treasure.

"how many of us have been traveling with you?"

"does it matter?"

"it does if I'm just the latest in a long line"

The doctor makes them feel special. Valuable. Irreplaceable. She assumed that what they had was special, but upon seeing what happened to Sarah Jane she begins to reconsider. Viewing herself as a mere assistant or friend, rather than something more.

"I've been to the year 5 billion, right, but this... Now this is really seeing the future. You just leave us behind."

She doesn't assume she is above Sarah Jane, or that she is more important. If her hurt had been out of mere romantic interest, she would have asserted herself as his partner. Someone that is owed an explanation because they chose to take part in a relationship. But no, she advocates for herself and Sarah jane.

Mentioning how he never mentions her in spite of having been so close to her once. To her assumption, perhaps on the same level.

When she asks if he will do the same to her, he tells her that no she's the exception but that is not enough of an answer. She wants to know why she was never mentioned because it's important to them, to know their place in his life. She never threatens to leave, but the least she deserves is an explanation so that her heart doesn't suffer the backlash. They give him the time and patience to be honest about his intentions, not out of the threat of leaving but out of sheer decency.

But one of his main flaws is that he has this knack of withholding feelings, because he fears the repercussions that may come from giving in to said endearments. He's emotional and incapable of repressing said feelings, the complete opposite of what is expected of a time lord. He should be above this, according to his people. And yet with a body born out of the love he holds for humanity, can one really blame him for the internal battle he is experiencing?

Well we can confidently say that the episode ends with the conclusion being he can suck it up lmao.

Because when presented with the chance at achieving godhood, he almost caves. Not because of the power that it grants him, but because the thought of no longer experiencing loss is something he craves given how traumatized he is by it. This is what separated him from other time lords, thus showing that he is indeed capable of growing and maturing. But ultimately it's not him who makes the call. He has to be reminded by Sarah Jane, someone he hurt deeply by his inconsiderate actions, that the pain and loss matters. That it defines us just as much as happiness and love but that eventually everything ends, but that in itself is not enough of a reason to avoid it.

Because it's that pain of having left her behind that allowed him to find other great people and change lives. And in return, it's that pain that also allowed her to pursue a life that is just as great. Granting her a son of her own and the opportunity to help out in a manner fitting of her.

Had the episode been advocating for his perspective, he would have been validated in his assertion that he should avoid pain at all costs. But no, the episode ends with Sarah Jane finally getting the farewell she wanted. No longer allowing him to run from the issue, but instead, confront it.

Not to mention, it can also be asserted that he took this lesson to heart given that later on he even burns a sun in an attempt to grant Rose that final goodbye. And he makes it clear to the companions after her, that there had indeed been companions prior to their time on the TARDIS. A brilliant young woman by the name of Rose Tyler that inspires him to keep going, being one of the many.

His treatment of his companions is something that the narrative often criticizes throughout the RTD era. Ranging from the manner in which he unintentionally takes them for granted, explored heavily throughout Martha's time on the TARDIS and how he often decides what is best for them without asking. Time and time again we are shown that the doctor is flawed. That he makes mistakes and is capable of falling into the same problems humans do.

By him insisting to impose his views of situations in the manner a time lord would, he dismisses the importance of human customs which in turn, heavily affects the outcomes of his relationships. This is why the lives of the people he holds close often improve after they leave. Because while they embrace the change of perspective they have while exploring the universe, he stubbornly refuses to do so. Instead feeling comfortable in the self pity and misery he imposes on himself and unintentionally pushing away the people who love him. It is no coincidence that he falls into the same bad habits of self hatred his ninth self was privy to after Rose is taken from, because with the reason of his initial change being gone, he is left to heal on his own from scratch.

All this to say that the story the RTD era is not one that is always explicit. It's relationships are often filled with many subtle details that allow for numerous interpretations. However by not acknowledging the faults and shortcomings of all the characters alongside the good, you risk taking away the nuance that makes the story so special.

#tenrose #ninth doctor #10th doctor #doctor x rose #sarah jane smith #tenth doctor #doctor who #introspective #scene analysis #character analysis #rtd era #rambles #school reunion #dr. who

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Do you think Laurens would have been a good dad if he met Frances?

"Good" is such a loaded term here, because what that meant back then and what it means now differ in a few significant ways. Overall, I think John Laurens would have done all of the things that were required of him as a parent, so in that way, my answer is yes - he would probably have been a good father by the standards of his day. But let’s explore a little more deeply what that would actually have meant.

The primary duties of a father in the 18th century included financially supporting his family, providing moral or spiritual guidance, educating his children, and instilling the proper virtues and values that would guarantee a successful life. While fathers generally focused more of their attention on their sons, especially where it came to education, this was not a firm rule, and it was not unheard of for daughters to be actively raised and educated by their fathers.

John would have had a good role model for single-fatherhood from his own father. After Eleanor Laurens died in 1770, Henry took on the responsibility of raising and educating his children himself. His focus, unsurprisingly, was on his sons. But although Martha and Mary Eleanor did not join their father and brothers on the 1771 journey to England to further the boys' education, Henry also arranged tutors for them and encouraged their focus on intellectual pursuits in tandem with learning the skills and crafts that women were expected to know. Martha especially was known to be intelligent and curious.

John also had plenty of first-hand experience in some of the practicalities of raising children, since he had been assigned to manage his brothers' education, finances and living arrangements while abroad - not to mention the supervisory role he played for his cousin, Molsy Bremar, and various other young South Carolinians in the Laurens's orbit, like Jackie Petrie. This responsibility came with plenty of instructions from Henry, but John carried out these duties well, and his judgement was trusted.

But what precisely might John have done if a six-year-old Frances was delivered to his doorstep in 1783?

I highly doubt that John would have taken on the full scope of parental duties himself. For one, he would just not have had the time in between finishing his studies, getting involved in politics, securing an income stream in the wake of his family’s ruined finances, supporting his younger siblings and sick father, and so on. Additionally, he would not have felt he was equipped to provide the guidance Frances should get from her mother. So I suspect that Frances would have ended up precisely where she did - in the care of her aunt Martha - with John playing a guiding and supervisory role over critical points of her education and upbringing, while leaving the rest of the childcare to his sister. This arrangement would have been considered normal and sensible, and would have provided Frances with the stable home life she is unlikely to have found at her father’s side.

As for the emotional connection John would have felt, which certainly would have been part of the "good father" package, it's hard to speculate. John was considerate, loving and affectionate to his siblings, even to his youngest sister, whom he barely knew - but he did not always show compassion to his cousin Molsy, or to his wife. And Frances herself barely warrants a single mention in his surviving correspondence.

On balance, I do think he would have made an effort to show love and care to Frances, but whether it would have been a genuine feeling or just an expression of his duty and values is not something I think we will ever know.

#historical john laurens #john laurens #frances eleanor laurens

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theyve just got a lot of appeal okay

i dont think vaughn ever liked jack. i hc that hes always been skeptical about him, but more from a distance. he tries not to involve himself with jack as much as possible. he has a feeling the more he tries to learn, the MORE he'll have to try to get his best friend to stop obsessing over that guy. so he just keeps himself in the dark, focuses on work and friends.

jack will occasionally mingle around in some of the more common bars or clubs set up in helios. he likes the attention, the way everyone is trying to touch and see and hear him. the alcohol probably helps as well. usually it happens when he needs an ego boost. sometimes he'll even flirt around, if some of these dumb poor middle class helios workers have enough good looks.

so imagine vaughns surprise when jack waltzes up to him and yvette tying to have a quiet night at the bar together.

jack showed up without warning, and a crowd followed. vaughn and yvette had been trying to ignore it all and just drink, keep chatting with each other. about rhys, about work, about what movies theyd seen.

so imagine both of their surprise when jacks the one that waltzes right up to them.

he says something about how strange it is that neither of them have even attempted to get up to meet him. he asks if they hate him, of theyre against him.

vaughn is slack jawed, stunned into silence. somehow this walking nerd emoji managed to pull the attention of jack by... doing nothing?

yvette is the first to respond, her eyes wode and expression clearly surprised. of course we're not against you, she assures. she insists that they simply didn't want to bother jack, hes a very busy man after all. vaughn nods along with her.

vaughn starts assuming that yvette was the reason jack came over here- he couldnt blame the man. she was an attractive woman- and smart, and she definitely had the charisma to get far in hyperion. if vaughn could be attracted to women, he probably would have fallen fast and hard for yvette.

so, imagine his further shock when jack puts a hand on his shoulder.

he says hes gonna give vaughn the offer of a lifetime. he says he wants to take vaughn back to a room, that hes had enough mingling with the common folk and vaughn is who grabbed his attention.

now, jack is saying this with like. the full intention of killing vaughn. he wants a quick ego boost from giving some coomer dweeb the sex of his lifetime, then be done with him. he wants the ego boost of being someones best sexual encounter. this was basically a guarantee for that.

and vaughns like. freaking out mentally. whys handsome fucking jack being drawn to him?

so he downs the rest of his beer, chugging it as quick as he can. yvette hesitates stopping him. he knows denying jack this would lead to something not good, and hes sure letting this happen also wouldnt be good.

but what choice does he have?

he bites his lip as he looks at jack and says that he'll go, but that he needs to be drunker first.

and, of course, yvette asks if hes sure. and he can only shrug.

but jack seems happy by that. he buys vaughn more beer. as the accountant drinks and drinks, and once yvette leaves, jack gets vaughn to start talking. interests, hobbies, stuff like that.

the night goes on and on, and eventually jack is nearly dragging a red faced, laughing, blacked out vaughn to a private room.

and the next morning vaughn wakes up, rolled over to his side, and seems handsome jack right fucking there. and vaughn isnt dead.

and he wont die, for a long, long time.

#oops #sorry #kats scribbles #i guess #handsome jack x vaughn #vaughn x handsome jack #money clip #uh. what else do i tag this with #not bothering editint this. ignore any typos #i promise i dont write this poorly normally

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im deeply bored so here are all of my gay 911 thoughts for your entertainment.

OKAY SO

Idk about 911 being queerbait guys...i dont think it ever was. I think we have entered a new era of fanservice. Usually with queerbait, the creators and people involved in the show are quite vicious to shippers and queer fans generally, and any easter egg or "moment" feels like crumbs to keep us hooked enough.

911 acknowledged the shipping very very early. Like second half of season 2, and there has never ONCE been a joke at the expense of the concept of being gay, or about buck or eddie being queer. It was simply a nod, like "hey, we get it, you want it, thats all good."

Its not 2010 anymore, gay people are accepted and visible in a way that has never been a reality in the past. In fact, gay people, especially gay men, have come to be understood as a fantastic marketing tool.

This is where i get jaded and cynical, but listen the outcome is the same so stick with me here. Gay pairings and relationships = money is not a groundbreaking concept. It's why they did queerbait. But with stuff like supernatural, it seemed like a far greater risk to make the repressed men kiss than to piss of the queer fanbase. But times have changed. But since the age of queerbait, there has been a rise in gay romance content being made, and being made FOR the fangirls, boys and theys. Think Red, White and Royal Blue, or Heartstopper, or Young Royals, or Our Flag Means Death, or Good Omens. Gay isn't a risk anymore, its a marketing category with a level of guaranteed success. And not just in the global north, Boys Love content has been booming in places like Japan, Thailand, Korea for decades, but never more than now. TV companies in these places figured out very quickly that producing fluffy, comforting gay love stories earns them billions, and have not hesitated to seize this opportunity. My point being, gay dudes sell as fuck.

911 got cancelled and had to move networks. The budget is too high and they need to pull viewership and quick. I think their answer is canonise that ship! I couldn't tell you if that was there original intent, but i do believe that it would be far less lucrative to fuck over their viewer base. I could be wrong, this could be a crazy long game to make the fans trust the show, then pull the rug from under them. But i truly think we are past that point with shows like this.

911 is pure fluff! No one ever dies, if someone is hurt they recover quickly and with no complications, conflict is tame and easily resolvable, and everyone is a sickeningly good person. And the show is also about family, found family, unconventional families. I think originally, the unconventionality of the eddie, buck and chris family dynamic was that it is two men who are not together or married raising a child as coparents and friends. Which is a great story, but even better fanfiction fodder.

I think they are going to do it like the fanfiction. It's the easiest way to bridge the epistemic gap between the current cannon and the reality of both buck and eddie being queer and having feelings for each other. they could try and explain it in their own way, but the fans have already done it, and have clearly agreed on some elements of how this love story plays out, so i think that will be the route they go down. Currently my evidence is that Buck is now canonically bisexual. For some reason a lot of the ships people have have one bisexual and one gay, so the trope is being realised. My next piece of evidence is the catholic thing for eddie. This has literally never come up, its a fan invention, and its in the show now. The eddie and marisol plot line is slightly bizzare, but i think the reason for that is that it is eddie making sense of why he struggles so much to commit to the women he dates. Or its just a bad storyline and isnt very coherent. I guess we will see. My next evidence is the whole set up of Tommy. He is so clearly a way to push eddie and buck together in my opinion. From his introduction, he acts as a wedge between the two that neither of them can make sense of. Very love triangle energy. And my last evidence is all of those goddamn interviews. It seems no one can shut up about these fire fighters getting it on with each other. I feel if they weren't doing it, there would be more effort to shut down the clowning gently, as they have done previously.

In conclusion, i too am a clown. My theory has rocky foundations, a rocky middle and an equally rocky conclusion. I am so tired and delulu right now. I'm with you girlies, this is stressful.

#911 #buddie #what am i doing #what is this #why am i here #i started watching the show a week ago i feel i have added nothing to the discussion #screaming into the void af

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This is just a very quick and dirty plot summary from chapters 23-24 of the dramatic route. Lots of spoilers, I'm leaving out a lot of information, and there's no guarantee that it's accurate.

I made it so that I could follow along with the plot, keep track of the mysteries, and a few of the interesting scenes.

Spoilers for Gilbert's route

Spoilers, Spoilers, Spoilers

Ten years ago, on the Day of the Blood-Stained Roses, the Marshal of Eternal Victory was not called to battle. At this point, Gilbert had already garnered a reputation as an undefeatable War Strategist, and a very competent commander, so his absence was detrimental to the Obsidian War host.

Previously, when the former Emperor had spoken about invading Rhodolite, Gilbert had risked his wrath to warn the Emperor that the time was not yet right to launch an invasion. While the Emperor had not killed him for the warning, he did leave him behind.

Thanks to spies in the Emperor’s army, Gilbert was alerted to the invasion and traveled with Roderick to the Rhodolite border. They caught up with the army in Hope Village, where they had witnessed the atrocities, the war had visited. Gilbert had the soldiers torturing the civilians arrested to be executed at a later date, as only the Emperor himself was above the law forbidding the murder of non-combatants. He had even rescued a child who was left for dead.

Gilbert predicted that since Obsidian had not decisively won against Rhodolite, while they could overrun it eventually, it would be a pyrrhic victory at best. Their military would be depleted, and they would be open for invasion against the other countries surrounding them. Gilbert tells Roderich that the Emperor is destroying Obsidian, and Gilbert is going to handle it. He tells Roderich to meet him at their prearranged area, and if he doesn’t arrive within the time limit, well . . . good luck with his life.

Emma is brought back to the present with Gilbert face inches away from her, telling her that the kids have already left. Gilbert notes that she is more distracted than he was expecting, on their date no less, and asks what else those two told her about. When Emma denies talking about anything, Gilbert reminds her that he warned her to lie better already. He tells Emma to tell him and promises not to get angry. Emma asks if this is a promise that he wont kill her, and when he doesn’t respond, tells him that she has nothing to say.

Gilbert laughs, he doesn’t need her to tell him, he already knows what those two must have talked to her about. Both are desperate to save him, so Roderich must have told her about what happened 10 years ago to tug at her heartstrings. Gilbert reminds her that he is not a good person, he didn’t even try to prevent the Emperor from marching on Rhodolite back then. He apologizes for his actions not being convenient for her, to decide that he’s good or evil.

Emma thinks about the situation she is in. If she does nothing, Gilbert will die. But looking around, she can imagine the impact his rule has had on the civilians in the town. Unlike the bloody, gruesome, barren country she was expecting, the citizens in town look happy, healthy and lively, as if she was back home in Rhodolite. Although he is evil, Gilbert does not tolerate corruption or tyranny and is protecting them. It’s for this outcome that he became a villain in the first place.

What would Emma think if she were to judge him as if she was Belle picking a new king?

Gilbert takes this opportunity to sneak in another kiss. Emma protests, her mind going into strange areas. Ever since she has come to Obsidian, there has been no indication of any other women involved with Gilbert, not even prior to her arrival. Also, Gilbert has been acting as if they were lovers from the start with his casual physical contact. She had thought that Gilbert’s version of ‘like’ was not truly love, but what if she was wrong?

Gilbert whines for her to focus on him and buys some baked goods from a nearby shop. They are pastries with dried fruits, and Gilbert begins hand feeding her. Emma has to admit that the pastries are very tasty, and Gilbert agrees that they smell very good. He continues to hand feed her piece by piece. Emma asks Gilbert why he’s not eating, and he admits to not feeling very hungry.

Emma recalls her talk with Walter, about how Gilbert’s body is nearing the limit. And now, the notorious glutton is suddenly ‘not hungry’. He had warned her that the time for her to convince Gilbert was nearing the end soon. Emma realizes that she hates that Gilbert is lying by pretending that everything is fine with him. Gilbert looks at her expression and notes that Walter must have also told her some unnecessary details. He tells her it’s a waste to think about it, nothing she can say will change his decision on the matter, especially since she hasn’t decided yet which decision is the right or wrong one. How can she want him to live if she thinks it’s the wrong thing to do?

Gilbert just wants to spend his last few days alive having fun. That’s all they have to do.

And they’re still on their date! Once Emma finishes eating, Gilbert wants to take her shopping and pick out a gem for her. He’ll process it and make it into a jewelry piece, something she can carry with her for the rest of her life to remember him by. He laughs, but Emma can hear the notes of sorrow in it.

The next day, Emma is once again summoned to attend Gilbert. To her utter shock, Luke is in a receiving room, waiting with Gilbert.

For a while, Emma just stands in the door way gaping at Luke, a Prince of Rhodolite. No matter how much she looks, it’s still Luke, completely out of place.

Emma’s mind churns with the new information. The only way Luke could enter Obsidian is if had a pass, like the one the bookstore owner, Akatsuki, possesses. Emma recalls all the suspicious interactions she has witnessed between Gilbert and Luke, how he knew so much Clavis’ clandestine activities, and everything else. She had almost put it all together back in Rhodolite but had been sidetracked by Akatsuki’s arrival at court.

Emma decides to drop all pleasantries and asks what the relationship between Luke and Gilbert is. Luke replies that Gilbert is like a parent to him, basically found family. Gilbert fills her in a little about Luke’s past, he was a war orphan Gilbert found and adopted off the battlefield. Luke adds that he used to live in Hope Village, and recalls that during the war, Jin had gone out to that village. Luke adds that he was almost crushed by rubble, but Gilbert had saved him.

Emma recalls Clavis’ warning, that when it comes to geniuses like Chevalier and Gilbert, there are no coincidences. She doubts Gilbert’s good intentions. Gilbert praises her, after all he trained Luke into becoming his perfect spy, and Luke is quite obviously attached to him. Obsidian isn’t a country that makes decisions on human kindness. He knew that Luke would be a perfect tool to destroy the Royal Family of Rhodolite from within, and therefore rescued him.

Emma thinks and realizes that she is basing her conclusion from what other people have told her about Gilbert and his motives. She decides to judge Gilbert based off of his actions instead, and thinks back to the orphanage, and the two brothers they had just met.

Gilbert really loves children, saving Luke had really been just a coincidence. She apologizes to Gilbert and asks him to forget what she just said, she was wrong. He saw a child dying on the battlefield and saved him, nothing more. It was probably later that he found out that Luke was a lost prince, and then Luke is helping him out of gratitude rather than repayment. It’s then that Gilbert got him into contact with the anti-royal faction.

Luke shakes her head, she’s only partially correct. He wanted to take down the monarchy of Rhodolite on his own, and getting involved in with the anti-royal faction was his idea. It’s aligned enough with Gilbert’s own plans that he agreed to support Luke and help him unite the faction.

Emma realizes that rather than just a member, Luke is the leader. She asks why, and Luke explains that his family was killed by the Royal Family of Rhodolite. Emma denies that any of the princes are capable of this, before faltering and thinking of one prince in particular who would. But even he wouldn’t do it without reason.

Luke tells her that he witnessed his family murdered in front of him by a prince. And, with everything else the Royal Family has done to his, he absolutely hates them. Gilbert reminds Emma about what he already told her about Luke’s mother, about how she was raped by the former King of Rhodolite and gave birth to Luke in secret.

Luke explains that the only reason he has survived this long is to take revenge on the royal family. He doesn’t care if Gilbert is going to use him like a tool, as long as he gets his revenge. But while he’s a vengeful demon, the other members of the anti-royal faction have their own circumstances as well. What unites them is the disgust with the authoritarian regime that allows the royal family and nobility to do whatever they want, get away with any atrocity just by being born to the right class. This is why Gilbert is helping them, since they are all aligned with his ideals.

This is what Emma needs to stop, before it ends in a civil war that ruins the lives of everyone in Rhodolite.

Luke moves on, he came here to ask Gilbert about his plans for ‘the last judgement’. Gilbert understands, he was planning on waiting until after the treaty was signed, but it seems that Luke and his faction plan on targeting the event. Luke points out that the royal family, and most of the nobility will be gathered for it. There won’t be a similar opportunity again. Emma asks what they are planning.

Gilbert tells Emma that she has already seen Obsidian’s armaments. While she hadn’t been interested in the workings of it, she can imagine what would happen if the anti-royal movement had those weapons. Right now in Rhodolite, the class system is upheld by knights; a select few people who receive financial support and training in order to protect the status quo. But, with one of Obsidian’s guns, even a untrained commoner would be able to kill a knight. Rhodolite has no countermeasures for guns, and if a civil war were to break out right then and there, the side with the guns would win. Furthermore, it’s not only Rhodolite whose rebels have been supplied with guns.

However, there is one thing missing from this equation. Obsidian has distributed guns to the rebel forces, but they are holding back on distributing the bullets. Luke complains, they are waiting for Gilbert’s final judgement before they are able to move. Emma asks what they mean by ‘Final Judgement’.

Gilbert has already told Emma what the final judgement is. Can she kill him and save Rhodolite?

Emma thinks about the book series that Gilbert has been writing. It’s about a commoner woman who enters a corrupt court as a minor bureaucrat. It is full of embezzlement, assaults, coverups, and exploitation, but she slowly brings all these misdeeds to light and purges the court. It’s not easy for her, as she has no status and is constantly in danger from confronting the corrupt members of the court. The story is roughly about overcoming evil and facing her difficulties without loosing her sense of self, her values, and by using amazing political savvy.

Emma is not that character. The hero of the story never breaks or even doubts her abilities no matter how difficult the obstacles she faces. She is unwavering in her convictions, an inspiration to those around her.

Somehow, Gilbert seems to be conflating the hero of the novel with Emma, based off of a few stories Akatsuki would tell him during sporadic visits to the Obsidian Court. Gilbert wants to entrust the heroine of the book with his last hope, his final judgment, not Emma.

After Gilbert challenges Emma to kill him and save Rhodolite, both she and Luke just stare at him in disbelief. Gilbert sweetens the pot, if she kills him, she will also prevent civil war from erupting in countries all over the world. If he lives, the bullets will be distributed to the rebel factions. If he dies, Emma will save the continent.

Gilbert reminds Emma that he already gave her a gun. While she might have thought of it as a murder weapon, he thinks of it as a tool she needs to protect what is important to her. Gilbert is Emma’s biggest enemy, and the disaster that will end the world as she knows it. The time he gave her to consider her choices is up, and now she has to make her decision.

Luke asks if Gilbert has lost his damn mind. Gilbert apologizes to Luke, if Emma kills him, then Luke will have to give up on his revenge. Luke turns to Emma and begs her not to kill Gilbert. Gilbert tells Emma that she one move away from checkmating him, and defeating the white king. Gilbert has already given orders that if he is still alive after a certain time and date, to distribute the bullets. It means little to him if he orders for the bullets to be distributed right now.

Gilbert stands and begins to leave the room, but Emma grabs onto his cloak, stopping him. Gilbert praises her for making her decision and killing him. Emma asks if there is any way to stop the bullets from being distributed, and Gilbert tells her that he just told her. It’s time for her to prove to the most powerful person on the continent that her ideals are not just an empty promise. Can she find a way stop the rebels without resorting to violence? Or will she become a fallen beast like him? When Emma says nothing, Gilbert asks if this is her answer.

Gilbert was always kind to Emma. He was maliciously kind in Rhodolite, but that kindness had become a sweet poison in Obsidian. That poisonous kindness had made Emma forget that there was an abyss between her and Gilbert, with him laughing on the opposite side, unreachable.

Gilbert tells Emma that if she is hesitating to kill him due to legal ramifications, to not worry about that. As Emperor, his word is the law, and he just made it legal for her to kill him. Gilbert reaches out to touch Emma’s leg, and she immediately understands that he’s feeling for the gun he gave her what seems eons ago. As his hand traces her thigh, Emma stops breathing.

Gilbert notes that she doesn’t have the gun on her. He sighs, he’ll give her a little longer to retrieve her gun and consider her options. Luke can’t wait any longer, so he’ll change the time to tomorrow’s dawn. He notes that with her kind heart, she’s just not prepared to kill anyone. But this is her last chance, so she needs to consider it carefully.

Later, Emma is in her room, staring at the gun on her desk. Before she knows it, the world around her is enveloped in the color of blood as the sun begins to sink beyond the horizon.

Emma has given up on the idea that dialogue alone can change a person or their ideals. She wonders what life will be like after murdering someone. Gilbert had high hopes for her, but they were misplaced. The hero of his story would know what to do, what to say to fix everything. Emma does not, and now her only option is violence.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door, and Luke comes in with a basket of honey cakes. He notes that Emma hasn’t eaten anything all day, as she has skipped breakfast, lunch, and dinner by now. He used her kitchen to make these to share.

Luke was always kind to her, even though his ideals align with the anti-royal faction. Emma thinks that he really is a kind person and was not faking it. Luke sees her expression and warns her that nothing she can say will change his mind.

Emma muses that they roughly got to know the Princes of Rhodolite together. All in all, they were pretty good people, weren’t they. Luke might have felt the same if there wasn’t already a precedent for the royal family becoming fallen beasts, there wouldn’t be an anti-royal faction. He admits that Gilbert is very skilled at drowning people in hatred and exploiting them. Emma asks if Luke hasn’t considered that Gilbert has done the same to him.

If there are 100 people, there would be 100 different opinions. But, after Gilbert has finished trampling them, the 100 people will suddenly have the same opinion. When Emma first met the anti-royal faction at Clavis’ party, they were divided on whether or not to accept Obsidian aid. But, after Gilbert spoke to them, they were all united in accepting his aid. That’s why Luke came to Obsidian, to report that the faction had been consolidated, and that they were moving forward.

Luke was the shining example of why Gilbert was to be feared.

Luke can agree to this, but he points out that Emma has also been trampled. After all, she is in love with Gilbert, isn’t she. Emma stops eating.

Luke knew the moment Gilbert told her to kill him; Emma wasn’t angry that Gilbert was making her kill someone, she was sad that he was making her kill him.

Emma thinks about Gilbert, about how he is less than a day away from throwing the entire continent into chaos and war. There is nothing good to come from falling in love with the Marshal of Eternal Victory and the Calamity that Will End the World.

Luke adds that he doesn’t think that Emma is capable of falling in love with someone she doesn’t understand. Therefore, even in an subconscious level, Emma must understand Gilbert deep down.

Emma thinks back to her interactions with Gilbert, when they talked about loneliness, when he was enraged after she risked her life to save his, when he had comforted her, when he had wished to bring her home with him to Obsidian. Despite being the villain, he had always been kind to her.

Gilbert doesn’t lie. While he may have had malicious intentions to her, his kindness was not a lie. Gilbert, who at his very heart, loves people.

Emma understands that she has made a giant mistake.

Luke warns Emma that she has terrible taste in men. While he might have been trampled, what Gilbert has done to her was different, and worse. He’s definitely in love with her too, but so twisted that it’s terrible.

Emma makes her decision.

She thanks Luke for brining her the honey cakes as she picks up the gun and holsters it to her leg. Luke continues to eat the remaining honey cakes, and tells her that Gilbert asked him to come bring them to her. While this is news to Emma, it’s something she can easily believe.

Emma apologizes to Luke, his plans for vengeance will not be carried out. She suggests that he find another means to obtain vengeance, without depending on a civil war.

Emma hunts through the Castle of Obsidian, looking for Gilbert. Only, she cant seem to find him. No one she runs into has seen him for hours. After a while, Emma decides that the only place left to look is in the town. She wonders if she is expected to wait for him to return to the castle, or if by waiting it’s the same as giving up.

Or maybe something happened to Gilbert.

Emma rushes out to the town and finds a deserted area. Very deliberately, she looks up to the sky. After just a few seconds, a shadow leaps from a nearby rooftop and lands near Emma. It’s Lucien, the elite guard Chevalier had follow her to Obsidian.

She asks if Lucien saw Gilbert enter the city, reasoning that Chevalier’s covert spy would have orders to monitor Gilbert’s comings and goings. Without saying a word, Lucien walks to the end of the alley. When he gets to the mouth, he slowly turns, looks at Emma, and then deliberately continues walking.

Oh. He’s basically a second Chevalier.

Lucien leads Emma to the doorway of an unremarkable building near the edge of town. He warns Emma that he has no idea what is happening inside the building and wishes her luck. Looking at the door, Emma thanks him, but when she turns to him, Lucien is already gone. It’s probably for the best, Gilbert would not react well to encountering an enemy spy.

Emma knocks on the door, only to get no answer. She tries the door handle, only to find it locked.

Emma has a bad feeling.

Emma circles the building until she finds a large window. The curtains are closed so she cant see inside, but it’s her best option. Using the handle of the gun, Emma bashes a hole into the glass, reaches in and unlocks the window, opening it wide enough for her to climb inside.

The inside is nearly identical to the flat Gilbert showed her back in Rhodolite. It doesn’t take her long to find Gilbert in the corner of the main room, shaking and throwing up blood. He warns her to not come near, but Emma ignores him and rushes over to his side. Gilbert tells her that when he recovers, he’ll return to the castle. Emma asks to know why he was even here at all, and why Walter isn’t with him. Gilbert makes a jerking motion towards a nearby table, telling her that he thought he had enough time to finish it and return to the castle.

On the table, Emma sees unfamiliar tools, but in the center is an intricate obsidian necklace. She recognizes the gem Gilbert bought in the market the previous day as the centerpiece.

This is Gilbert. After telling her to kill him, he went off to make her a piece of jewelry. Luke was right, even his love is twisted beyond reasoning, and Emma can barely understand him.

A violent cough brings Emma’s attention back to Gilbert, and she realizes that he’s dying. She stands, promising to summon Walter, but before she can leave, Gilbert grabs her hand with one colder than ice. He tells her not too, that its fine. Emma recalls Gilbert warning her that its obviously hurting her to claim that she’s fine when she’s not. Is this how he felt back then?

Emma tells Gilbert that he’s obviously not fine, and to let her go. But no matter how she begs, Gilbert doesn’t let go of her, instead, his grip grows tighter.

Gilbert tells her not to leave, he won’t live long enough for her to return. He begs her not to make him die alone.

When they had talked about Gilbert’s illness, Walter had warned her that the last warning she would get before Gilbert’s death was one final seizure. Walter was the only doctor in Obsidian who could save Gilbert, and the longer it takes for treatment to start, the less likely Gilbert would live.

Gilbert’s hand loses its strength, and every breath he takes is more and more labored. Emma can’t hesitate any longer, she needs to bring him to Walter. Without any words spoken, Gilbert understands what Emma intends to do and warns her not to summon Chevalier’s spy, or he will be killed on sight when they reach the castle.

Right now, Emma is the only person who won’t be killed if found holding him. Mentally cursing Gilbert and his Gilbert-ness, Emma asks if he can still walk. Gilbert asks if she intends to drag him to Obsidian Castle herself.

Well, yes.

Emma strips off Gilbert’s military uniform, revealing the dark shirt underneath. Without the adornments, Gilbert resembles anyone found in town. She grabs Gilbert’s arm and wraps it around her shoulders, supporting him as she makes him stand. The castle isn’t that far away, she should be able to make it, right?

Gilbert asks why she’s going through all this trouble to keep him alive? Right now, he is as weak as anything, an easy kill. Is she seriously alright with Rhodolite will be swallowed by a sea of fire?

Emma is not, but that’s why she’ll be in trouble if she doesn’t save Gilbert. If he’s dead, she has no hope of changing anything. Gilbert asks if that’s the only reason she’s trying to save him.

Of course not.

By now Emma has managed to get Gilbert to the entrance and opens the door to the cool night. She’s exhausted and tired, but she thinks she can still make the castle. Gilbert, who had been docile up to then, abruptly grabs onto the door and shuts it, stopping them. He wants to know about her other reasons.

Emma tells him that this isn’t the time to hold this conversation, but Gilbert disagrees. This is the perfect time to hold this conversation. He wants to know why she wants him to live, and if it’s for a selfish reason.

Even on death’s door, Gilbert hasn’t changed. Emma decides to give him a hint, she leans forward and kisses him on the lips. Pulling back, she looks into Gilbert’s eye, the one that doesn’t see people as ‘human’ and sees her reflection in it waver.

Emma asks if Gilbert really wants to die right here and right now. Isnt there some part of him, some fragment that wants to survive? He isolated her and attached her heart to him.

Emma recalls a time, after she was brought to Obsidian, but before she knew Gilbert’s greatest secret. She had been browsing the books in his . . . er . . . library, but before she knew it, Gilbert had snuck up behind her and bit the back of her neck. Emma was upset, but Gilbert had explained that she was ignoring him for books. Emma reminds Gilbert that he was the one whom suggested she read some of the books in the first place. He has bitten her often enough that she is wondering if he’s mistaken her for his dinner. At least he’s gentler with his bites compared to when they first met.

Gilbert asks her to focus on him instead, and Emma grumpily agrees. Gilbert is happy, he was thinking about burning down all the books present if she refused. Laughing, he picks her up and to Emma’s shock, carries her to his bed. He joins her on the bed, smiling as if this was a normal thing to do. Still smiling, he pushes her down, flat. Emma demands to know what he thinks he’s doing, and Gilbert innocently asks her what she thinks he’s doing. All he wants is to take a nap with her. Oh, was she thinking about something . . . .naughty? Her face is as red as the sunset.

Emma denies any naughty thoughts at all, she promise to chat with Gilbert if he agrees to let her go. Gilbert asks if she thinks as his hostage, Emma has the right to talk back to him. He’s getting the impression that she doesn’t want him to be friends with Rhodolite anymore.

By now Emma knows when he’s joking and when he’s not. She grumbles as Gilbert plays with her hair, and then announces that she will no longer speak to him ever again. Gilbert pouts, that is such a sad statement, he’s tempted to kill her.

Emma does not respond.

Gilbert asks if she’s being serious.

Emma does not respond.

Gilbert asks if she minds if he kisses her again.

Emma absolutely does mind and will not forgive him if he tries. Laughing, Gilbert asks if her promise to never speak to him again was a lie. Emma grumbles that he’s enjoying himself, and Gilbert agrees, bullying her is his new favorite pastime. Emma suddenly glimpses a new expression on Gilbert’s face as he mutters that he wants to forever bully her just like this.

Now that Emma knows his secret, she can understand that heartrending expression on his face; Gilbert knew that their end was coming quickly. Now she understands all those times he had looked regretful when spending time with her.

The trampling beast who is feared by everyone, and she was the only one he showed that expression to. Even for Gilbert, it would be hard to let her go. If Gilbert lives, Emma promises to stay by his side, she won’t leave him alone.

The root of Gilbert’s personality, his ideals were the same as hers, so she understands him in a way that few others can. She loves it when the people around her are happy, and she loves making them happy. It’s the same for Gilbert, so it cannot be his wish to make people happy by dying.

Emma tells Gilbert that he’s the most terrible villain she has ever met, worse than any third-rate villain out there. A true villain would think only for their needs, and not the needs of others. If he wants to call himself a villain, he needs to behave selfishly for once in his life. Emma knows that he has murdered and bears even more sins that she can imagine. Even though his heart is darker than black, she wants him to live, and to make a decision that will benefit him, and only him.

Once upon a time, Emma was deemed to have the most beautiful heart in Rhodolite. Because of that heart, she was chosen as Belle and relied on to serve the country of Rhodolite. Emma decides discards her beautiful heart and betray her motherland.

She embraces Gilbert. She tells him that she doesn’t want to be lonely either.

Before Emma can open the door again, Gilbert violently pushes her away from him before sluggishly sliding down the wall.

He tells Emma to summon Lucien, he’s ten times faster and stronger than she is. There is a secret entrance to the castle that they can take to get him to Walter without anyone attacking Lucien.

Besides, Lucien owes Gilbert for letting him monitor him during his stay in Rhodolite.

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